Halls Walls Reexamined in 4th Quarter of the 23 Year
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HALLS WALLS REEXAMINED IN FOURTH QUARTER OF THE 23 YEAR
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12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27, 27 = FILE #16, as this began being filed officially on 12 September, an din honor of our lovely latengrate disco queen, Mizz Donna Summer, and her marvelous unknown tune on her 1968 or 1969 HAIR project, and her version of the great Broadway Play called, Mister Ragni and Mister Rado's 'HAIR', and named by me, the unknown tune on it that is, that doesn't appear 2 fit into the other tunes from that great Broadway musical; 'The Brooklyn Boy Called Frank Mills'. Also in honor of this file number, and the great lovely Doctor DAGS transdimensional Atlantica/Atlanticare Medical Center in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG where else YO; this electrical 27th day in this 9th month, oh lovely Mizz Paula King and your awesome PCN non-Gottwald bank Gawki-panther-cat number of the great ole' InterDigital no longer IMMC days, Mister Redfield and Mister Safet; we R indeed on file folder #------CCD-16, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! So enough about great music boxes, 1979, jingle tunes AKA bubble gum 'roundinrounders' but still great as well as catchy as hell, Josette Dupres and her magical double yet never-noticed transdimensional music box on that marvelous soap television show called, 'Dark Shadows', and even Frank Mills more than a decade after sweet lovely Mizz JD-'D-S-T-V; along with the never forgotten Mister Roth in 1989 over at Roseann Delaney's 'DARK SHIT-HOLES' rear yard area woods near the magical Westmont natural spring fountain one dark late night while he was struck with the famous also Westmont (WSMT-WOMO) enemies' death beam signal when aimed at me at the WSMT 'High Speed-line' Train Station that night, only missing me; and somehow striking Sir David, and giving him literally just the needed time and naught one second longer 4 me 2 drive rapidly over 2 Mizz Roseann's joint on Park Avenue, and wright there where West End Avenue and Park Avenue merged into diffferent named roads while still being the same hunk of concrete, YO WEERLLD (weird world) out there (aldare), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and whom I am the KING ON STEROIDS of the outlandish and surreal CLUB, that's AKA the OS CLUB 4 shortened abbreviation here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some things simply cannot ever B forgotten, huh there, Mizz Jane Twistedlady Thistlethorns?????????????????????
But how does any of that all fit into HALLS WALLS? It doesn't, but we need 2 get it on record here, and then, completely out of the way, so 2 then allow and permit me, Uncle Banker-Heinz, 2 move this along into the subject matter of the title 2 this blog-work, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Mister me, a long time ago, Benjamin Franklin, I mean really Mister McFly Safet and Sir James Redfield, just what Sterns-Givens-Ruffalo-GIVES HERE YO, in or OUT OF Atlantic City, in NJUSAESMWG, and speaking of which; last night in me' wild ass dweams Mister Elmer Wabbit Fwuuuuuuuud Sir, I was there again, all night long, yes in ole' transdimensional Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and I won't even start right now 2 tell anybody about it, as this can indeed wait 4 a later time, U great wonderful and awesome Blogaudian folks out there, and yes, thank-U all so much, 4 beginning 2 pay attention 2 this story that literally all springs right from outside and beyond the gates of PURGATORIAL-DOGTOWN itself, YO BRO!!!!!! HALLS WALLS as well as his fawces, R all a part of the phenomenon that millions of peeps R all wrapped up with and so fascinated with, the topic of the UFO, along with all of its many many many many interrelated subjects, from saucers, abductions, motives of those behind it, space aliens, the whole damn smack, huh great awesome National Aeronautics and Space Administration, (NASA)? Let us move on here after I quickly indeed do remind, as well as 'first-time-tell' any newbies yet 2 become knowledgeable on this stuff, that all originated back as the 1980 decade was coming 2 a close, and I was back 4 me' 2nd stint at being employed as a guard and working at the great mighty M&F Licorice Plant in Camden, NJUSAESMWG.
We had a man whom I had worked with a decade earlier there, when me' first stint was happening in real time in the very start of the 1980's, and this was then only a part time weekend job, whereas now ten years out into the antimatter-space, I had this as me' full time position; and this man's name was Officer Hall. I do not recall if I ever knew his Christian name. Later on I think it was his son that I was working with at the Echelon Towers Building in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG, and was only just under half a mile from where I lived then, at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments. It was situated directly behind the locally area famous Echelon Mall that opened up in 1970, Sirs John and Photeous of Atlantic City. But ten years after first knowing Mister Hall Senior, there I was again, right back working with him at that Camden licorice plant, called McAndrews & Forbes, and 'M&F' 4 short. One d ay a pal of his whom actually worked in the plant got shooting the breeze with Security Officer Hall and as they got talking and I was sitting in a chair only eight feet away, I couldn't miss hearing every word, as Hall had a booming voice that I will never forget from 1980 when I would hear him talking loud and clear about his fave sport of boxing, and about the most recent fights he just had seen on TV, and even way down at the truck-scale-house, I would hear him outside of the front gate maybe eighty or more yards away sharing his boxing talks with friends who worked at the plant. But up in late 1989 or early somewhere into 1990, he was speaking while in his chair at the front desk, to this employee whom he seemed 2 know quite well, and was standing on the other side of a hallway with 2 doors with the guard area in-between, and one door leading out 2 the plant and the other door leading out 2 the street, Jefferson Street. Suddenly his plant-pal told Mister Hall a wild thing that had just gone down around him, and then Hall looked a wee tad bit bewildered at the dude and then he spoke after ten seconds of total silence, and he said 2 him, “U must B in with the forces”, only he had an extremely strong southern accent as many AA peeps do or did back in his days and times, and he pronounced the word forces as the fawces!!!!!!!!! Hey I need naught B George Bailey, or even Angel Clarence here; 2 have been thinking silently 2 me'self, when that was all happening, that like wow YO; “U guys don't know what being in with the FAWCES is all about, naught even one tenth of one goddessdog percent, YO”!!!!!!! THAT was indeed what, and I mean exactly Sir Sidney Cohen Crown of late summer time 1969; what I was thinking, just about word 4 word verbatim, and remember it right now in late non-Maggie-May Stuart September and nearly three a half decades later; as if it had happened 2 me fifteen futhermucking minutes ago back in matter-time of the STM illusion, YO WEERLLD aldare, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Like WOW on damn ass steroids. Moving on now, here we go, or as me' ole song lyrics put it so well, if I need 2-B the one 2 say it me'self great peeps, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The reason that I know that it had 2-B his kid at the E-T-Building YO, is really quite simple, dudes and duddesses out there: They looked identical other than being 30 years or so apart in physical age. Same shade of AA coloring, same height both being around somewhere between 3 and 5 inches over six feet high, both slim and in excellent health, and in all ways I know they had 2-B papa and kid, and on top of this, they both worked 4 the same security outfit and on sites very local 2 mine, all within single digit mileage. So 2 quote the great and awesome 'shoe-knocker-outer' dude, from up there in Jersey (NJUSAESMWG) in other words, Sir CHESTER FRANK, and with or without Sirs Paul Evans Pedersen, and our main artist, Sir William Harner (BILLY); “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!! While I was typing out that somewhat lengthy damn ass paragraph great folks out there, and typed in the word 'between', another (triple-letter-HACK) struck the good ole' Mountainpen, as in this now pasted in,
both being around somewhere betweeen 3 and 5 inches over six feet high. It never ever quits, and it obviously never ever will, huh, beyond awesome Mizz Motown-Queen?????? Give me' best 2 Sir Anthony B-J, if U ever run into him, Diana. He has an awesome studio down here, as U most likely know, and I did many of me' music stuff there B-4 they moved from Port Saint Lucie all the way down and out of me' range 4 driving, 2 good ole' lovely Pompano Beach, Flowerland, AKA Florida-USA, YO girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister Mike 1971 Exton, PAUSAESMWG McNulty, oh great awesome sir, and back then, wild-cool kid!!!!!!!!Sleazy Thistlethorns Crabgrasshitpants nearly nailed me again, folks; and I had 2 vely vely vely non Bob McDowell-1972 Cooley Hall and future FCC Chairman McDowell, quickly enter in five pages of Page-Extras which later on can B highlight-deleted in one simple and fast fell swoop, so as 2 avoid seeing that monster miserable lousy rotten PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN at the bottom left of me' goddessdog computer screen monitor, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that we've gotten the basic stuff about Mister Officer HALL just a wee tad bit out of the way good folks, and Mizz Patricia HHH, should U-B out here somewhere as well, and know that I've never forgotten about U and simply did not make the connections of just who U were from me' past times when first beginning this wild blogging project in January of the OHM-non Marola-6 year, YO mah'm, we can move this right along, as so we shall.
What I am shortly gonna' B opening up now here with all of U, me' awesome Blogaudians, is really quite simple, and U won't B able but 2 help seeing it clearly, and absolutely recognizing its wild and beyond intense truths, 4 yourselves, peeps!!!!!!! I shall need 2 employ no strong arm twisting tactics here whatsoever, wonderful folks. It began in middle 1983 when I tried desperately 2 get 2 the bottom of just who and what was calling me back then on the PRIVECODE MACHINE. All things from there led into this wild incredible beyond surreal inconceivable stuff, simple as that, only the ingredient rarely spoken of in any length here on any of me' blogs, is the HALLS WALLS topic and I began seeing it unmissable and absolutely unmistakable 4 me'self in middle 1983. I knew as powerfully as I knew that I had ten toes and ten fingers, that something was absolutely totally blocking my ability, unmissably thwarting me' efforts 2 get 2 the bottom of just what indeed was really going on all around me, and yes Poor Benny Frank and Poor Richard-Russ Almanac, that word of 'unmissably' works, and I will use it; so sue me if U want 2 ,or hack me, use me, two me, tow me or even Jim Toomey 4 all I care, in or out of great awesome infinite-nightmare ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO peeps!
I knew a dude from up there in Jersey who was a member of a club that existed then that was 4 those interested in UFO's, and even though I never joined it me'self and a couple years later on, joined some little fly by night Mickey-Mouse UFO club 4 a year or so, and run by a cool dude by the name of Sir Benjamin Stanky, up in the Palmyra, NJUSAESMWG area somewhere; the dude from a decade or nearly a decade earlier than those times, one of the engineers I got 2 know a wee tad bit and while employed at RPL (Recorded Publications Sound Laboratories), up in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, at the intersection of 1558 Pierce Avenue and 1100 State Street, named Bob; was very intensely concerned with what he called the GREAT WALL that seemed 2-B blocking anyone who was trying desperately 2 get 2 the bottom of the UFO phenomenon. The problem with this is that I want to make this an opening foundation and yet not seemingly in any way discourage me' great Blogaudian viewership here that I am not going into real heavy details, so I remind U, this is an OPENING FOUNDATION ONLY, so that later on and yes, very soon, we can begin 2 tackle this extremely challenging topic, because UFO stuff is not what this is all about, not 4 me the MOUNTAINPEN, nor 4 any of U out there that think that the UFO stuff is what is happening. IT IS ALL THE SAME THING HOWEVER, and THAT Sir Rockdroid Lurch Roddenberry, oh great sir, is Y these exact same HALLS-WALLS go right immediately 2 work against both U out there in the UFO-deal, as well as me the MOUNTAINPEN with me' Morianity. It is all ONE AND THE SAME REALITY, and none of U-4 the most part wish as of yet 2 accept that beyond nightmare truth. This is because peeps do what me' whittle mommy insisted on doing. I don't play those head games, and whatever reality is, THEN IT IS, just as lovely latengrate Mizz Dawn King put it so bluntly, so repeatedly, and sometimes ever quite nastily and ugly, at least with me while I was up there and living with the Washcloth-Clan of Earthly-DOGTOWN. Now I promise 2 get into many detailed specific things, this is only an opening foundation great folks. This topic is Bernie Sanders on steroids HUUUUUUUGE, and there is no way I'm gonna' B tackling it right now on this blog. I need 2 eat me' dinner, watch some damn TV, relax a little bit, and then as days move ever onward, and as Christians put it so well, if GOD IS WILLING, well; then we will go on with this, and B prepared pweeeeeeeeeeze, 2 get the Thaxton-Marcucci MIND BLOW from 1969 of your lives. These same things, my Morianity story from 'A' 2 'Z', and your 'UFO-stuff', is Y the HALLS FAWCES or forces indeed go right 2 work against anyone trying 2 expose them and get 2 the bottom of it on a public world wide global and meaningful way. The status quo is a powerful part of all of this. Anyone who has ever read the BIBLE knows that something admits 2 being in charge or behind this whole world of ours, and then also claims all throughout the same awesome book, that we R seemingly all quite powerless 2 interfere with the big picture of this thing, not in the smallest way, no matter how hard we try and fight or attack it, whatever 'IT' truly 'IS', lovely queen of the washcloth gang, and then shortly later on, the “GO WASH YOUR HANDS” ultimate fighter nonsense from that horrible day up there at that damn Harvest job that I had through the AARP Program and their Washington, DC-13-600 stipend 4 operating it. All things, right Mister Al Einstein, right? Those other fawces, spooky or naught, huh Mizz lovely AT&T Finchblake-TTZ-Serling?????????????????
GEM PROJECT OF M-3
IF I DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY SWEAR THAT SOMEONE SCANNED BACK THROUGH A LUN-SAT GALANET SIGNAL SYSTEM AND POSTED MISSES MARCUCCI HAVING A CUPAJOE WITH MISSES MAROLA, ME' ESS-COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR, AND OF COURSE THE HUBBY OF MISSES M WAS ALSO ME' SPECIAL-EDUCATOR, AND AS WE ALL KNOW FROM MORIANITY, SPECIAL, IN WAY MORE WAYS THAN JUST BEING AT A SUPPOSEDLY SPECIAL-ED SCHOOL HUH WORLD?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY, SIR.
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